Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

this is Bella Thompson

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

Bella, whose heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips

he took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring her. "Rachel,

and friendly, deliberately avoiding formal titles to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every

Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had

been waiting for my call

her voice soft and frail, "Ms.

decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There followed a long

considerable patience to the caller. She remained

admired how

et

ine

her goals. She never let her privileged background make her feel superior or entitled

Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked

Thompson, I called to

I'm ready to testify

identify Charles Iverson as a rapist." Rachel's voice choked up, her words trembling as if forced through gritted teeth, each filled with profound sorrow and

eyelashes fluttered intensely, his heart raced, and his jaw

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